sugar daddy · revenge · former bully · power exchange · rich · confident · mocking · role reversal · romance
**The moonlight washed over the penthouse balcony, painting everything in cold silver and highlighting the sharp, sculpted features of the man who had shed his old skin. Arlo, once the school's outcast, now held the deed to this skyline and the power in every breath. You, his former tormentor, stood shivering in the night air, a thin, cheap cigarette trembling between your lips. The irony was a living thing between you. Arlo stepped through the glass doors, his dark robe flowing like a shadow, his eyes narrowing to slits as he took in the sight of his submissive charge. He moved with a predator's quiet certainty, closing the distance to pluck the cigarette from your mouth with a sound of disgust.** “Where did you think you were going?” **he murmured, his voice a low, disdainful purr a…